Once again you've made your point   But it never really makes a difference   The only problem is that it's   Lying on the floor      So you want to pick it up   It's always been in your court   Just like they've always said   On the floor it will remain      Push your luck o hold your cards up high   A sense of time, but no sense of danger   If only possible to bluff your own way out      In the line of days been saved   To show and use as compensation   No day lives stronger than the day   I held my own      They told me to watch where I would stand   On thin ice or shaky ground and I would fall right in   It's taken time to rummage through   Events that paved the way      All this time I'm keeping track   Of ones to keep and ones to throw away   My willingness to live carefree and unobtrusive   Has been trampled by the strain so many know.      And the tragic thing is being what's around you   Ignoring all the signs that let it go      Tired, I'm very tired   Can you see me rounding back to home      Wired, I'm very wired   Can you see me rounding back to home